The Lost Primarch Quest
- Thread starter Daemon Hunter
- Start date
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
yeah been busy myself...but dammit now im starting to get wanting to do my thing again...if i ever get the time alone for a weekend to finish *My* Part 3.
Looking forward to the shit-show that allowed Scafrir to ascend as the "First" Living Saint. That alone will have issues, along if Kesar is god of death, determination, and runes like what im going to be aiming for...
Kesar will be...Tense...with Logar, with the screaming rage of tens of thousands at the VERY LEAST because of logars actions in HIS universe, not to mention the whole horus heresy...the only reason he hasnt taken his head off is because of the decades he has had to work with it. Jumping from one universe to another to rebuild, resupply, and fight whatever machine/xeno/xeno-machine/demonic/demonic-machine/machine-xeno-demonic/ threat there is.
Looking forward to the shit-show that allowed Scafrir to ascend as the "First" Living Saint. That alone will have issues, along if Kesar is god of death, determination, and runes like what im going to be aiming for...
Kesar will be...Tense...with Logar, with the screaming rage of tens of thousands at the VERY LEAST because of logars actions in HIS universe, not to mention the whole horus heresy...the only reason he hasnt taken his head off is because of the decades he has had to work with it. Jumping from one universe to another to rebuild, resupply, and fight whatever machine/xeno/xeno-machine/demonic/demonic-machine/machine-xeno-demonic/ threat there is.
- Pronouns
- The path chosen
how was the original 11th in their timeline if helping out surprised party?
Kamangr
Stella!!
I was just surprised it looked like I double-posted if not for post time.
Your idea looked interesting, by the way.
Edit:
I imagine 11th of Canon to be a Puritan Inquisitor of Ordo Malleus that's slipping to a Radical until becoming a Heretic.
Oh, dear, that was not yours...... Sorry.....
Your idea looked interesting, by the way.
Edit:
Gosh, thanks.
Last edited:
Kamangr
Stella!!
Hew, that's relief! I wish everyone would come through this disaster from Wuhan unscathed.
Kamangr
Stella!!
Tzeentch: "I hope you succeed masterfully."
I was reading from the start again(literally, without Reader Mode) for an Omake writing, and spotted this in the Relationship Tracker.
Guess it's to sow the conflict between Emp and Horus with Kesar as an unwitting cause after Maelstrom Cleansing?
I was reading from the start again(literally, without Reader Mode) for an Omake writing, and spotted this in the Relationship Tracker.
Guess it's to sow the conflict between Emp and Horus with Kesar as an unwitting cause after Maelstrom Cleansing?
- Location
- London
Nah, he's learned from his last encounter with us. His plan needs us to succeed with the Maelstrom which is pretty annoying as it's likely we'll lose something no matter what.
- Pronouns
- Psychic energy
I am having fun. Although In my area you see strange things at night.
The Sons of Kesar: The Eternal Novas (non canon for now)
- Location
- United States
The Sons of Kesar: The Eternal Novas
Eternal Novas: A Second Founding Chapter, the Eternal Novas is tasked with destroying any and all ships flying into, or out of, the Eye of Terror. Fleet-Based, the Chapter has no one recruiting world, but is content to recruit from the myriad around the Eye not already used as another Chapter's Homeworld. Favoring continuous shelling and orbital bombardment, the Eternal Novas are remarked as one of the top siege-breakers in the Imperium, though one of the most costly.
To accent this, the Eternal Novas are adept at rapid-assaults to take out key components of enemy fortifications, command, and communications to inspire terror and rapid compliance in any enemy. Though costly, this method proves ideal for minimizing the loss of Astartes lives, and is as such deemed acceptable by the Chapter.
Masters of Bombardments though they are, many Imperial Forces treat the Eternal Novas with no small amount of fear or disdain. Often citing ancient cases of friendly fire, unparalleled amounts of destruction, or the insatiable hunger in which these Marines cause and observe explosions.
Special Equipment: Should any explosion fail to detonate, or should a last-stand be necessary, all veterans of the Eternal Novas carry a device known as the Ultima Creptus, a high-grade explosive vest worn under the Marine's armor. This vest is unique to all veterans, slowly created and modified over the long lives of all Eternal Novas, though each is situated with a Deadman's switch, which shall activate the explosive vest upon the marine's death.
Geneseed defect: Late in the 35th Millenia, these Marines seem to have weakened their Betcher's Gland, and thus have an increased reliance on their rapid-fire attacks, and orbital support. Additionally, there are many rumors among the Warden's Genestock that the Eternal Novas' Catalepsean Node has inbuilt in each Marine an innate love of fire and explosions. Though no test has ever confirmed this claim
Starting Transmission
It had started out small. They always started out small.
One noble decides to skim money from much-needed defenses, and suddenly a small Ork problem in the western Hemisphere blows up into a full-scale Waaagh. It warms my heart to think that that noble is probably dead now, at least. Less so, when I realize most of those snotty nobles just moved to their summer homes in the southern Hemisphere.
The battle hadn't been going good either. In a matter of weeks, the Planetary Defense Force had lost a quarter of the world. That's where my Regiment came in, of course. The Harkae Lightingsworn. Command had heard the planet's cries, and come in right around the time the Planetary Defenses had completely splintered.
We'd fought hard too, setting up trenches in a week flat, we'd held the Greenskins back for nearly a month now, set up shop for the other Regiments too. Yet, still we'd suffered heavy losses. We were half now what we were when we got here, and Command was talking about merging us with the Gloryclaws, the raving idiots.
The alarm sounds, and I jump up in a flash, grabbing my Lasgun, and sweeping the hair out from my eyes even as I run into position. I did my best to survey the battlefield too, but all I could see as I slid into the trench proper, was a large dustcloud that couldn't be good.
Growling, I check my squad, seeing Jae already made it, and seemed to be lining up potshots. The old man probably slept in here, the madman. Merri was nowhere to be found, but Lucilius could be heard loudly swearing as he crawled towards us, too scared to run across the courtyard now that the Greenskins had begun firing. Vincilen, the squad kid, was still half-leaned over the side of the trench. Seemed like nobody had bothered to clean up his body during the break.
I hear Jae growl, firing a few shots, and that's enough to snap me out of my trance. Leaning over the trench, I fire a few shots into the mix, confident I'd hit something important in that mesh of bodies and motors
And then I hear a loud 'Woop' from a few squads over.
I ignore it as best I can, lining up a few more shots, hoping to buy us a few seconds, and cost them a few lives, before they were upon us. I miss more than I hit, so fast they're going, but I hit two, and that's what counts.
And then I hear another 'Woop' closer this time, and I see more streaks of red coming from that direction.
I growl, blowing a bit of my hair out of my eyes, and shoot down another Xenos in the Emperor's name.
"Who's the Captain here?" an excited voice demands.
I turn, seeing a boy no older than fifteen excitedly holding a paper in-hand. "I am Lieutenant Amorra Hadgeon, what do you want?" I demand, taking the distraction to finally move that treacherous hair out of my face.
The boy smiled all the brighter, beaming ear to ear, "We're getting Astartes support!" he squeaked.
And for a moment, my squad pauses. The boy tries to speak, but I've already started barking orders. "Alright boys! DOUBLE TIME! Ain't no Marines gonna find us wanting!"
My squad cheers, fighting on with lifted spirits, and an unshakable ferver.
For the sons of the Emperor are coming to save us.
…
It was three days later when they arrived. In massive warships like nothing I'd ever seen, they blotted out the local sun. Some dipped down, the smaller ones I think, and one massive one as long as a city was wide, and from them spewed tens of thousands of lost souls.
They looked half-starved, all of them. Beaten, and somewhat battered, and terrified. By the Emperor, they looked terrified! Many bore minor scratches, like they'd just been in a fight, and I think I spotted more than a few bruises from the gleaming bionics that spoke of untold fortunes and recent battles.
"Are they," I hear old man Jae mumble, "all Penal Legions?"
I gawked, but true enough, I saw the tell-tale red blink on each and every one of our reinforcements. The shaved heads, which spoke of just how long it had been since their recruitment. Yet….Yet I already saw the signs of battle across their flesh, under their tired eyes, and sagging skin. On the bionics newly grafted, on the way they carried themselves. Like proper soldiers, the lot of them!
And then, towering, came the Astartes. Demigod, they stood over a foot taller than any of us, with their armor bringing them taller stille. They stood straight, glorious under the light. Yet, in the shadows I saw them lurking like monsters, eating dripping meat, or lumbering as hulking giants. Not enough to make you worried, but enough to keep you concerned.
One of them, a white-clad warrior with a flowing cape and a scar across half his face, began to walk in front of the assembled armies. For a moment, I was taken aback by his charisma. By the beauty of even half his face, and consumed with thoughts of adoration. Of fantasies of being led by a most honorable Astartes.
In such a state, I didn't see how the Penal Legion cowered away from the man. Or perhaps I just didn't want to.
The warrior turned around, grinning widely as he gave a small bow to the Lord Commissar, "Alright kiddies!" he boomed, before chuckling to himself, "You know the drill! Every hour this planet remains unconquered I'm-" he drew out the word like a precious thing, "going to start an execution! Starting NOW!"
Before any of us could react, the Astartes-The grandson of the Emperor-drew his weapon, raising it wildly towards the mass of Penal Soldiers, and fired.
The weapon barked like an explosion, but the bullet boomed in their midst. Vaporizing one unlucky soul, and mutilating or throwing back those around him.
My squad and I dropped to the ground on instinct, still shell-shocked from our time in the trenches. My Regiment scattered, running from the insane Marine and his barking explosions. But the Penal Legion stayed. With remarkable, suicidal devotion they stayed. Ohh, two or three of them tried to run. Those on the edges, one in the back, but those that dared try to escape were quickly caught, and either pushed back into the army, or pulled kicking and screaming away from it.
The monstrous Astartes gave a dry chuckle. "Dismissed!"
…
Orks weren't well known for their defenses, but there were exceptions. Exceptions such as the Orks taking over Imperial fortifications, and then jury-rigging a frankly impossible amount of guns upon them. Such was the case here.
An Imperial fortification, a network of Imperial Bastions linked together to form an impenetrable fortress. Or, at least, that was the idea. I don't exactly know how the original battle went, but the story around here is that the planet was lax. They'd grown lazy in their peace, and incompetant in their budget cuts. Presumably once even a single hole was made in their defenses, it was all over.
But that left us to clean up the mess. To get through dozens of overcrossing fire, pierce through a foot of whatever miracle substance they made Imperial Bastions out of, and run through dozens of zones of overlapping fire. We'd done our best to entrench our position, burying our trenches so deep the Orks couldn't just shoot their way through it.
Which was an odd concern, but one that the Orks were trying very hard to make a reality.
Luckily, the Orks had wasted away most of their Bolter ammo while we were setting up the initial trenches, and were now stuck with their simplistic autogun-knockoffs, which meant they couldn't rely on the Bolter's explosive effect to kick up dirt. Which, in turn, meant that their thousands of shots into the dirt above our trenches were worthless!
It certainly didn't feel worthless though. Especially not whenever one would pierce through nearby. But we were making our way through, slowly but surely, and having the Penal Legion eat up what casualties the Orks were able to inflict.
And then the Vox crackled on.
"Evacuate the premises immediately." a deep voice commanded, "Orbital Bombardment in T-10 minutes.."
Again, my squad and I scrambled to our feet, even as I grasped the Vox. "Orbital Bombardment?" I demanded right back, "My squad and I are still in range!"
There was a second of silence, as my men, and Merri, gathered up what little we Guardsmen were allowed to have, before the Vox squawked back to life. "This fortress has been deemed too costly in lives and hours for standard recapture procedure."
Sliding on my pack, I look fondly at my pile of personal items, and then quickly drag Merri away from hers. "C-" my voice cracks, as what's left of my squad tries to make its way out of the trenches we'd been digging not an hour earlier, "Can't we have more time at least?" I all but beg, "We'll still be in the blast radius when you start firing!"
"Negative lassy!" the scarred Captain from before answered, sending a shiver down my spine, "The enemy must not have time to mount a counterattack on our perimeter!"
"Peri-" My blood turned cold in understanding, as we ran past a squad of Penal workers moving in to reinforce. They- I realize, They don't know. The Penal Legion is being sent in to take our place.
They were a skeleton crew. A grim skeleton crew that looked as if they knew they were marching into the jaws of death, but didn't know why. They were siegebreakers, and they knew it. They were just expecting to die in droves and trenches. Not...not friendly fire.
We ran past them, not daring to warn the criminals of their fate, in fear of Eternal Novas' retaliation. Yet, even as we ran, we knew what we had to do. The trenches were a maze of slanted lines, never a straight path to where you want to go. In such a way, we had assured safety to dig, and kept our movement's out of the greenskin's sight.
But, because of that, there was no way we could escape the blast radius in just ten minutes. Not when the Penal Legion was moving in. Not when the rest of the Guard were running out.
"We'll have to get up!" Jae realized the same time as I did, "Run above the trenches!"
I stop, "Help me up!" I shout.
"WHAT?" Lucilius squeals back.
"There's no time! Help me up, and I'll lift up everyone else! We'll have to jump over the trenches!"
"Are you crazy?" Lucilius shouts, his face red with anger, "We'll be shot!"
"And if we don't, we'll die in the explosion!" I bite back, "We're too close to the enemy to survive them shelling the place!"
Lucilius and Merri halted, but Jae was on me in a moment, leaning down, and hoisting me up by my leg before we could do anything. The pervert. "Go!" he shouted.
I grabbed the roots along the edge of the trench, and pulled myself up, heedless of the Orks which were already turning their shots towards me. I ignored them, despite the fear that gripped my body, and began to lift my squadmates out of the trench. First Merri, then Jae, and finally Lucilius.
"Now run!" the words were shouted but, in the panic, I wasn't sure who said them. What I am sure of, however, was that we all began running at once. Shots whizzed by us, as a massive black ship began to dip down from orbit.
And we ran. Ran, and jumped over trenches as wild as we were tall. Ran with a savage determination. For we were more scared of the Angels of Death and their explosives, than we were at the green menace.
But it wasn't meant to be. Jae, the old man that he was, fell into one of the trenches, falling hard unto the well-worn clay below. He let out a cry of pain as he did so, the only reason any of us knew of his fate. I-I wanted to turn around. I really did. But I knew we weren't likely to escape the bombardment anyway. I knew I couldn't turn around. Lest the rest of the squad follow, and we all be burned to death in the flames.
Marri knew that, Jae knew that. But Lucilius couldn't accept it. Doubling back, Lucilius ran a few steps back, and used that momentum to slide back to the trench.
"Take my hand!" Lucilius shouted, a sudden bravery overtaking him.
Jae cursed, even as he stood to his feet, "Forget me!" he shouts back, barely heard over the roaring gunshots, "Get out of Bombardment range! I'll-I'll catch up!" he promises. But he sounds so uncertain, knows that he won't be able to run as fast as his younger squad. Knows he's unlikely to be able to climb out on his own.
So Lucilius ignores it, "Shut up!" he yells, pushing his hand even deeper down "I won't let you die here! Who's gonna remind us to clean the barracks if you're dead?" he yells.
Jae gives a hearty laugh, finally taking Lucilius' hand. "You fething idiot!"
Lucilius laughed too, as he began pulling Jae up with all his strength as Jae jumps up, and plants his feet on the clay and dirt walls of the trench.
And then falls.
For a moment, Jae's eyes can't believe it. The blood, the guts, the brainmatter. But by the time he hits the ground again, Lucilius' mutilated corpse had sunk in. For a moment, his mind tried to understand it, the grim darkness of his hero, of his friend dying trying to save him. And then Jae snapped to.
Coldly, the veteran of the Guard pulled Lucilius' into the trench, not wanting it to block his escape. And then Jae cursed. Again, and again, as he jumped up and old hands clawed into the roots of the plants above he cursed the fool.
He might not have been able to climb up before, but some part of Jae wouldn't let Lucilius' sacrifice go to waste. So, with rage-addled strength, Jae climbed out.
And throughout that, I ran. Like a coward, I didn't stop, didn't help. Didn't dare. Perhaps for the best, considering Lucilius' fate….or perhaps I dammed him to it myself by not speeding it up. Or not tearing him away from the trench. I don't know. All I know is that I ran. Using that very inner rage, fear, and desperation to fuel myself.
It's a good thing too, because we still weren't out of Bombardment range when the shelling started. One massive explosion, but skill or by luck hitting near dead-on. Yet, the blast was big, massive. Consuming most of the fortress and trenches down below, and sending my squad flying ten, twenty feet.
And as we lay there, dazed, we watched as the second explosion, a bulb of yellow and white, rose to surround our trenches. And we were consumed with fear. Fear of the angels of death that we had brought to this world.
…
"A-I'm looking for one Captain…" The criminal looked down at the dataslate in his hands, "Had-Had-en-gen?" he stutters.
He was a handsome young man. Blond hair, nice smile, white teeth. He was a bit on the young side, but he looked like a wisened sort. Someone who'd seen dozens of worlds, and fought more times already than most had in their lifetime. He had a good nose too. Strong, wide.
He was dressed to impress. With fine red coat with golden accents. His boots were worn, like any true soldier's, but even that seemed to be an intentional design. He had no visible augmentation, but something about his eyes seemed off to me. Like they were too small and too big, or hazy around the irises. In his hands, he clasped tightly a dataslate, with a small stack of papers held over it.
If not for the collar around his neck, he'd fit right into some rich noble's court.
"Speak." I demand neutrally.
The young man looks up, a nervous smile across his face, as he eyes me up and down. "A-ahh! Pardon me. I-I was originally tasked with handing out these to-to all commanding personnel-" he takes a single paper from his stack and hands it to me.
"Then why have we not received one until now?" I interrupt.
"W-well-" the criminal starts, moving his papers so he could look down at his dataslate, "I-it seems your squad didn't ha-have a captain until now."
I let out a small growl, and the newly appointed Lieutenant Jae lets out a barking laugh behind me, which seems to be enough for the criminal to stark speaking again. "An-anyway! Uh-that pamphlet sh-It should have all the information you need to know about the Eternal Novas. A-as well as what Astartes are."
"We come from a civilized world." Jae barks, "We know what Astartes are!"
The criminal shrinks into himself, reminding me starkly of an abused child before speaking again, "I-I'm sorry."
"You mentioned something else?" I ask, doing my best not to feel sympathy for the weirdly handsome criminal.
The criminal's nods, "O-ohh yes! I-I've been told to infor-I-I've been told to inform you that we shall be receiving additional Astartes support!" he all but squeals, his eyes sparkling like a child on Sanguinalla.
Bile rose in my throat, and my mouth felt dry, as I thought of the 'support' we'd received thus far. "From who?" I demand.
"The Unicorn Brigade!"
Captain Amorra Hadgeon, of the Gloryclaws.
End Transmission
End Transmission
Why was this Chapter Founded: A member of the Astartes Praeses, this Chapter was created to keep ships in, and out, of the Eye of Terror.
When was this Chapter Founded: This Chapter claims to be a Second Founding Chapter.
Primarch: Kesar Dorlin (Of Eternal Wardens stock)
Chapter Demeanor: This Chapter is highly specialized against Chaos Forces, and uses a mixture of orbital bombardment, explosives, blitzkrieg, and siege tactics to keep forces reeling.
Geneseed Defects: This Chapter has a severely weakened Betcher's Gland, and cannot eat many foods.
Flaws:
Life is an explosion! This Chapter is obsessed with fire and explosions, often against their own self-interest.
Distrust: This Chapter is distrusted or hated by many Imperial Citizens, Imperial Guardsmen, and most of the Munitorum.
Chapter Legions: Cetenus Solarus, a legendary Captain during the Great Crusade. This legendary hero of the Imperium later went on to become their first Chapter Master.
Deed of Legend: Solarus was known to do a great many legendary deeds, having often been trusted to command difficult planets during the time of the Great Crusade. However, his most legendary of actions was battling the servants of Chaos on the planet Aleph.
Homeworld: This Chapter is fleet based with eight vessels. (78 if using the 10k rule)
Organization: This Chapter is Codex Compliant, and specializes in siege/terror tactics. Often mixed with stealth or Blitzkrieg should the chapter have to become grounded.
Restrictions: All Veterans of this Chapter slowly create a suicide vest for themselves under their armor. This is known as the Ultima Creptus, and its creation and modification is considered a sacred ritual of the Chapter.
Special Equipment: The Ultima Creptus
Chapter's Beliefs: The Fight Against Chaos. Any action is acceptable so long as it hurts the Archenemy more than humanity.
Chapter Strength: Over Strength. This Chapter is normally overstrength due to their combat doctrine. As such, they spend most of their time Crusading, trying to lose members, strengthen recruits, or grow large enough to found another Chapter entirely. Their average number is around 1,100 Astartes. (11,000 for the 10k Chapter system.)
Chapter Relations:
This Chapter is closely tied to the Imperial Navy.
This Chapter is often despised by the Imperial Guard, mostly by those of lower rank.
This Chapter is the sworn enemy of the Neverborn-The forces of Chaos.
Color Scheme: This Chapter is a reverse of the normal Eternal Warden's color scheme. Being primarily white, with black accents. Their symbol is a white sun.
When was this Chapter Founded: This Chapter claims to be a Second Founding Chapter.
Primarch: Kesar Dorlin (Of Eternal Wardens stock)
Chapter Demeanor: This Chapter is highly specialized against Chaos Forces, and uses a mixture of orbital bombardment, explosives, blitzkrieg, and siege tactics to keep forces reeling.
Geneseed Defects: This Chapter has a severely weakened Betcher's Gland, and cannot eat many foods.
Flaws:
Life is an explosion! This Chapter is obsessed with fire and explosions, often against their own self-interest.
Distrust: This Chapter is distrusted or hated by many Imperial Citizens, Imperial Guardsmen, and most of the Munitorum.
Chapter Legions: Cetenus Solarus, a legendary Captain during the Great Crusade. This legendary hero of the Imperium later went on to become their first Chapter Master.
Deed of Legend: Solarus was known to do a great many legendary deeds, having often been trusted to command difficult planets during the time of the Great Crusade. However, his most legendary of actions was battling the servants of Chaos on the planet Aleph.
Homeworld: This Chapter is fleet based with eight vessels. (78 if using the 10k rule)
Organization: This Chapter is Codex Compliant, and specializes in siege/terror tactics. Often mixed with stealth or Blitzkrieg should the chapter have to become grounded.
Restrictions: All Veterans of this Chapter slowly create a suicide vest for themselves under their armor. This is known as the Ultima Creptus, and its creation and modification is considered a sacred ritual of the Chapter.
Special Equipment: The Ultima Creptus
Chapter's Beliefs: The Fight Against Chaos. Any action is acceptable so long as it hurts the Archenemy more than humanity.
Chapter Strength: Over Strength. This Chapter is normally overstrength due to their combat doctrine. As such, they spend most of their time Crusading, trying to lose members, strengthen recruits, or grow large enough to found another Chapter entirely. Their average number is around 1,100 Astartes. (11,000 for the 10k Chapter system.)
Chapter Relations:
This Chapter is closely tied to the Imperial Navy.
This Chapter is often despised by the Imperial Guard, mostly by those of lower rank.
This Chapter is the sworn enemy of the Neverborn-The forces of Chaos.
Color Scheme: This Chapter is a reverse of the normal Eternal Warden's color scheme. Being primarily white, with black accents. Their symbol is a white sun.
Please more
- Location
- Califoirna
@Daemon Hunter, I'm thinking of doing a power ring omake, what is Kesar main emotion in general?
If the Emperor Watched a Lost Primarch 3-2 Alt (non canon) Must Read
Kamangr
Stella!!
It's hard for me to describe Ferrus' personality. Do you people also have that kind of problem for a specific Primarch? If so, who are your problematic king?
With that asked, I give you If the Emperor Watched the Lost Primarch Alt. Part 3-2
"Not a bad plan there per se, but it's too time-consuming."said Horus.
"Inefficient, too, unfortunately." Fulgrim shook his elegant head. "The battlefield is too vast and scattered for bio-weapons to work effectively in the opening stage."
"And they are not Mortarion."added Rogal. "They wouldn't have enough of them nor know better way to use them other than clean-up of stragglers."
Mortarion stopped short before trying to protest against the slight on his strategy. He didn't know whether it were an insult or not. It's Rogal. As Perturabo often told, he was a willfully dense moron. It could be the both.
'……No, scratch that, it is the both.' he decided, for he didn't forget that mass-scolding had started because of Rogal's "Pff……!" sound. By the father's GOLDEN BLING, that had been onescaryserious fuck-ups. Who would have thought father had it in him.
(No, he didn't and wouldn't think about it. NO, JUst…… no.)
"Oh, shit."sighed Corax.
"Complications abound?"asked Sanguinius with a note of comfort.
"No, just one," Corax rubbed his forehead. "but that one caused quite severe consequence after consequence."
Everyone grimaced, though Corax did less so.
Jaghatai noticed it.
"I see it was a lot worse for you than that we are seeing." He inquired of Corax without asking.
"Yes, it had been a lot worse for me because I was in there." Corax nipped his own bottom lip slightly. "I was impatient and in a hurry, for I could see what kind havoc they would wreck upon other population if I let them slip from my encircling. So, I fell into the trap, right in the middle of that peril."
"You had not had the number you needed to hold those Xenos long enough to terminate them whole in the belt." Roboute clicked his tongue with regret. "Kesar and his sons had come replenishing the needed forces in the vid, thus you could afford to take command from behind. Furthermore, Kesar himself acted as an additional eyes and commander. His quick response probably saved large number of your sons."
"Your choice in the past, to go forth with your sons was not a mistake, either."interjected Lion'el after a moment. "Considering the enemy forces cut your vox transmission off, your sons could have been annihilated if you had stayed behind."
"Ah……." Corax momentarily lost words to say. It was awkward to receive comfort from Lion'el of all people.
Heedless to his awkwardness, Lion'el continued.
"I'm more interested in the trap. Its action is more suspicious than the trap itself."
"Aha!" Leman slapped his own knee with realization. "Those furkers had somethin' to sniff outta yer sonnys, Corv!"
"Corv……?" Corax shook his head. "Nevermind. For your answer, you three hit the jackpot. It was indeed that case."
"Oh, what a beautiful camaraderie!" Vulcan seemed about to cry out of joy.
"An ideal interaction between senpai and kohai."agreed Magnus.
"What're senpai and kohai?"asked Lorgar tilting his head.
"IT'S SOME WEEB SHIT. DON'T THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT IT." The Emperor waved the matter aside.
"Ah. It's his extra-nerdy thing, I see."nodded Lorgar.
"HEY!"
Magnus' protest went unanswered.
Nobody commented on the enslaved remains of men, Scafrir noted. And he understood why. It was mere one case of the myriads of atrocity a Xeno-race committed on humanity they saw in the Crusade. It was so familiar and common for Imperial family that it didn't deserve to be mentioned. He also knew that they did and will take action to punish those whom dared to violate men and women.
"Well, damn." Corax blinked several times then barked a self-mocking laugh "Furk me sideways and call it a tease! Maticus there saved near two third of my dead sons!"
"No thank you. You are not adorable enough to furk."said Konrad seriously.
Every other person in the room looked at him.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow.
The Emperor groaned.
"RIGHT, DON'T MIND HIM. IT'S NOSTRAMO THING."
"A joke or the seriousness?"asked Ragal dreading the answer secretly.
"NOSTARMITES JOKE ABOUT HORRID THINGS AS SERIOUSLY AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THE JOKES ARE EASY TO BE OTHER'S FACT OF DAILY LIVES."
"Oh……."
Ragal tried very hard to do not show his discomfort. Perturabo glanced at his second slip-up, but didn't mention anything.
Scafrir wondered if Solarus knew this tidbit about Lord Curze and dismissed it as a silly thing. Of course he knew, because Cetenus was the second most considerate man he knew(with the first, of course, being Oriacarius) and had knack for meticulous details. If he was not that kind of man, he wouldn't be a such great Explosive Specialist. Scafrir was sure he must learn the tidbit by himself after befriending Lord Curze out of respect of said Lord.
"It's a total victory for them, at least." relieved, Corax sighed.
"It really drives home that we were shitty brothers to majority of others, too." snorted Angron with the soured face.
"We really had not been, well, brothers until we found father's embarrassing blast from the past."shrugged Horus trying and failing to be not uncomfortable.(※ If the Emperor watched the Text To Speech Device - Episode 1)
"Ouch." / "That burns." winced the twins.
"But it's true regretfully." said Ferrus, stone-faced.
Scafrir glanced back at the Emperor, an eyebrow raised. He avoided the marine's eyes. His glamour and golden bling didn't work on his unknown-saint-for-now to hide the light blush of fatherly shame.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, finished!
It's really hard to give all cast time to shine.
And welcome back, @Daemon Hunter!
P.S. By the way, why IEWTLP Alt 3 is a CTD? Nothing's wrong there. Just a curiosity, since I thought it would be a non-canon.
With that asked, I give you If the Emperor Watched the Lost Primarch Alt. Part 3-2
"Not a bad plan there per se, but it's too time-consuming."said Horus.
"Inefficient, too, unfortunately." Fulgrim shook his elegant head. "The battlefield is too vast and scattered for bio-weapons to work effectively in the opening stage."
"And they are not Mortarion."added Rogal. "They wouldn't have enough of them nor know better way to use them other than clean-up of stragglers."
Mortarion stopped short before trying to protest against the slight on his strategy. He didn't know whether it were an insult or not. It's Rogal. As Perturabo often told, he was a willfully dense moron. It could be the both.
'……No, scratch that, it is the both.' he decided, for he didn't forget that mass-scolding had started because of Rogal's "Pff……!" sound. By the father's GOLDEN BLING, that had been one
(No, he didn't and wouldn't think about it. NO, JUst…… no.)
"Oh, shit."sighed Corax.
"Complications abound?"asked Sanguinius with a note of comfort.
"No, just one," Corax rubbed his forehead. "but that one caused quite severe consequence after consequence."
Everyone grimaced, though Corax did less so.
Jaghatai noticed it.
"I see it was a lot worse for you than that we are seeing." He inquired of Corax without asking.
"Yes, it had been a lot worse for me because I was in there." Corax nipped his own bottom lip slightly. "I was impatient and in a hurry, for I could see what kind havoc they would wreck upon other population if I let them slip from my encircling. So, I fell into the trap, right in the middle of that peril."
"You had not had the number you needed to hold those Xenos long enough to terminate them whole in the belt." Roboute clicked his tongue with regret. "Kesar and his sons had come replenishing the needed forces in the vid, thus you could afford to take command from behind. Furthermore, Kesar himself acted as an additional eyes and commander. His quick response probably saved large number of your sons."
"Your choice in the past, to go forth with your sons was not a mistake, either."interjected Lion'el after a moment. "Considering the enemy forces cut your vox transmission off, your sons could have been annihilated if you had stayed behind."
"Ah……." Corax momentarily lost words to say. It was awkward to receive comfort from Lion'el of all people.
Heedless to his awkwardness, Lion'el continued.
"I'm more interested in the trap. Its action is more suspicious than the trap itself."
"Aha!" Leman slapped his own knee with realization. "Those furkers had somethin' to sniff outta yer sonnys, Corv!"
"Corv……?" Corax shook his head. "Nevermind. For your answer, you three hit the jackpot. It was indeed that case."
"Oh, what a beautiful camaraderie!" Vulcan seemed about to cry out of joy.
"An ideal interaction between senpai and kohai."agreed Magnus.
"What're senpai and kohai?"asked Lorgar tilting his head.
"IT'S SOME WEEB SHIT. DON'T THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT IT." The Emperor waved the matter aside.
"Ah. It's his extra-nerdy thing, I see."nodded Lorgar.
"HEY!"
Magnus' protest went unanswered.
Nobody commented on the enslaved remains of men, Scafrir noted. And he understood why. It was mere one case of the myriads of atrocity a Xeno-race committed on humanity they saw in the Crusade. It was so familiar and common for Imperial family that it didn't deserve to be mentioned. He also knew that they did and will take action to punish those whom dared to violate men and women.
"Well, damn." Corax blinked several times then barked a self-mocking laugh "Furk me sideways and call it a tease! Maticus there saved near two third of my dead sons!"
"No thank you. You are not adorable enough to furk."said Konrad seriously.
Every other person in the room looked at him.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow.
The Emperor groaned.
"RIGHT, DON'T MIND HIM. IT'S NOSTRAMO THING."
"A joke or the seriousness?"asked Ragal dreading the answer secretly.
"NOSTARMITES JOKE ABOUT HORRID THINGS AS SERIOUSLY AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THE JOKES ARE EASY TO BE OTHER'S FACT OF DAILY LIVES."
"Oh……."
Ragal tried very hard to do not show his discomfort. Perturabo glanced at his second slip-up, but didn't mention anything.
Scafrir wondered if Solarus knew this tidbit about Lord Curze and dismissed it as a silly thing. Of course he knew, because Cetenus was the second most considerate man he knew(with the first, of course, being Oriacarius) and had knack for meticulous details. If he was not that kind of man, he wouldn't be a such great Explosive Specialist. Scafrir was sure he must learn the tidbit by himself after befriending Lord Curze out of respect of said Lord.
"It's a total victory for them, at least." relieved, Corax sighed.
"It really drives home that we were shitty brothers to majority of others, too." snorted Angron with the soured face.
"We really had not been, well, brothers until we found father's embarrassing blast from the past."shrugged Horus trying and failing to be not uncomfortable.(※ If the Emperor watched the Text To Speech Device - Episode 1)
"Ouch." / "That burns." winced the twins.
"But it's true regretfully." said Ferrus, stone-faced.
Scafrir glanced back at the Emperor, an eyebrow raised. He avoided the marine's eyes. His glamour and golden bling didn't work on his unknown-saint-for-now to hide the light blush of fatherly shame.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, finished!
It's really hard to give all cast time to shine.
And welcome back, @Daemon Hunter!
P.S. By the way, why IEWTLP Alt 3 is a CTD? Nothing's wrong there. Just a curiosity, since I thought it would be a non-canon.
Last edited:
- Location
- Elsewhere
Based on what I know about the lantern corp, I'd say green/will due to his insane CR.
It's good to be partially back, still trying to wrap up some IRL stuff, along with other fires, but I'm optimistic that I should be fully back this weekend. As it is now, I'm just periodically popping in daily.
It's why it's canon to be determined, largely because I just copied the title then added it as I hadn't read it. Logically though, as you said it'll almost certainly be non canon. I just have that there as a placeholder.
Green Lantern Kesar: Part 1 “In Brightest Day,” (non canon)
- Location
- Califoirna
Green Lantern Kesar: Part 1 "In Brightest Day,"
When the age of strife had begun and the fall of the federation, others factions had tried to either keep the peace or to remain in power. In the end, they where either destroyed or former shadows of themselves after the age of strife. One of these's factions where a police force, who known as The Green Lantern Corps. The GLC were composed of many races such as Humans, Machines, Eldar, Xenos but most surprising a Ork. Even though they were from different races, they were united for one goal of being peacekeepers. Despite their best though nearly all of them were killed in action during the age of strife. The remaining Lanterns decided to return home in order protect them and to save as much as they could. They were never heard from ever again.
That was until a change in the webs fate had happen. Kairos had a feeling of dread for a reason he could not understand. He did not like that, so he look in the future and he saw why. Him slain by the hands of the 11th primarch, Kesar, and permanent at that. Kairos at that moment felt shock, then fear, then denial, and finally rage. He was angered by him, killed by the 11th, so he looked again to see anything that could help him deal with Kesar. Kairos saw the Changeling death, also by the hands of the 11th, so he told them of their fate, even though it took some time and convincing of both of their demise if Kesar is no time dealt with before he meets his Father and his Legion. So the pair began to make plans in order to change fate and deal with a threat before it could grow, for they themselves will deal with it when the time is right. Ironically, they succeeded but not in way anyone had foreseen. For the will of one, will be brightest light for many.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kesar was in trouble. He could barely move his body, riddled with wounds and major lost of blood. When government had heard the cultists were planing to a major ritual to finally take over Valhalla, they send in everything they could spare in order to stop them. It hadn't been going well for them, even with the losses they hadn't gotten along the way, victory was in hand. That's when the daemons appeared. Swarms of portals suddenly started to appear around the battlefield and from them were many blue feathered deamons, ranging to lesser to greater deamons. Yet they were consider small fry compared to those Two. One of the deamons was a bird with two heads and the other was being that could change into different beings. The two were clearly powerful and were clearly behind this slaughter of both soldiers and cultists. The moment they appeared, they had torn their way towards Kesar, slaughter anyone foolish in their ways. He knew that he would be no match for both of them or even one of them, so he decided he needed to hold them off into for the others to find a way to close the rifts, even if the chances would be abysmal at best. So for the next moments Kesar is bleeding and laying in the snow while every other human is being slaughter around him by the swarm of deamons, while the two were laughing at his current situation.
"I must say, even though it was difficult to find the right spell and plenty of souls to increase the power of the ritual, it was well worth it, isn't it Changeling!",the two headed bird laugh. "Indeed Kairos, even I doubt you were telling the truth about this one being a threat to us, it will still be wonderful to kill one of the sons of the anathema!", said the Changeling, as they kicked Kesar straight across the battlefield into a abandoned crumbling home. The other deamons knew that he was of limits and decided to just go for anybody else. As Kesar was buried underneath the destroyed home, for a moment he was tempted to just give up and sleep. Yet as soon this thought came to his head, he refused. He would never give up till his last breath had left his body, even if he died he would not stop fighting. He willed himself to stay awake and while he was trying to unbury himself he saw it. In the rubble he saw a green ring, somehow emitting a green light. He did not know why he did but he willed his broken and dying body to grab the ring. As he did, he heard words he never heard before but yet seem right. So in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter to Kesar, only the words he felt that should be-no the words that must to be said.
In brightest day,
When that sentence was spoken everybody on the battlefield stop as one and looked towards the source soldiers feeling the will to fight while deamons feeling fear while Kairos and the Changeling try to stop the light from shining once again
in blackest night,
In the stars, many seers felt a change of fate to an extent never felt before for good or ill they do not know, for the future has changed in a way no one foresaw
No evil shall escape my sight!
The four Dark gods themselves felt the changed, while they emotions varied from excitement,hate,denial or indifference, while one forgotten and remembered felt for a second hope
Beware my power,
On a planet, a father feels a immeasurable amount of pride and worry while a friend remembers a great power back again to fight back the chaos and maybe bring things back towards order
Green Lantern's light!
At Valhalla IV, the universe had felt everything had changed, because of a single action, in that xenos and deamons were reminded on why humanity had strive to greatness and even when bought down they have the most powerful ability that is never easy to destroy or be taken
The Will to fight.
This was my first part omake on Kesar becoming a green lantern. The next part while show Kesar fight both the Changeling and Kairos with this new power. I try to make it when I get good enough ideas to write it out good. Sorry if this is not good though. Still hope you guys enjoy it.
Last edited:
Hey guys can I have a recap so I know what's going on this story?
- Location
- London
Ah bupbupbup, we're invading Hell's outlet.Don't panic but we're invading Hell.
I kinda meant this quest from the beginning to here
- Location
- London
...If you don't remember anything about this quest you could just read it again.
- Location
- Califoirna
Don't panic but we're invading Hell.
These are the greatest words I have ever heard so far this year. The first one sounds like it belongs on the front of a shirt while the second one sounds like the back of it.
Last edited:
Kamangr
Stella!!
You'd better read from the start, dear. The butterfly flapped its wings so much that tornado it generated is making other Butterflies' wings flapping themselves by this point. But if you want a recap despite of it....
We plays as 11th Primarch, Kesar. His homeworld, Valhalla(that's not the Valhalla in the 40k, a completely different planet) had warred against Chaos for over eight thousand years, and won thanks to Kesar killing a Lord of Change. As a result, he and his Legion along with army groups from Valhalla are the Hardcore Anti-Chaos Forces(and they totally deserve 'the' and Capital Words).
When he started his own Crusade, he called out help because he didn't have necessary number of forces to deal with an Orks world and a world under rule of some rogue Psykers. Surprisingly, Konrad answerd the call and dealt the Psyker world costing about twenty thousands Night Lords. For Orks world, Lorgar answered the call, but he didn't fare well. While that happened, Kesar went to the hellish magma world of a Forge World and succeeded to bring it in the Imperium peacefully. It turned out the emissary from Mars, who caused the conflict in the first place, was a mole from the Chaos and long since fled/hid.
Anyway, Kesar got a COMPLET STC of air filter from the forge world and freely shared with Mars and brothers, the far cry from his brothers who horde them for bargain chips.
Now, that's the recap of small early part. So, I will do only the major change from here.
- Primarchs start sharing STCs they found because Kesar's constant sharing made them realize they are being petty.
- Thanks to the Runes Kesar has found and recreated, he and his sons are capable of True-kill Daemons.
- Assassin Temples are in full swing, and it's way earlier than Canon about hundreds years.
- Alpharius, they do not exist. And they totally are not Kesar's friends nor they are not Malcador's annoying nephews.
- And they are not gods! What are you talking about? Gods are lie, according to Imperial Truth, you know!
- Lorgar was declared Excommunicate Traitoris by the Emperor and killed by Konrad.
- Kairos is DEAD! Permanently. On the Cadia's soil.
- The Space Wolves was hit hard by Nurgle. By a Nurgled Lord of Change. It called itself Lord of Stagnation.
- Perturabo being true-Dere toward Kesar compared to majority of others.
- Rogal Dorn came down hard by Khorne on Cadia. Thank Oriacarius for being his stopper from Chaos-fall!
- Oh, and Loin'el is now Rogal's buddy.
- Malcador whoopped the Emperor's ass and sent him to doghouse.
- Changling is killed by Kesar with the non-existing twins' help. It's a True-daeth, of course. Feathershead's satrep is gone, too, by Konrad.
- ADVENT MALAL
- Aeldaris is now in the brink of extinction. It's Tzeentch's fault.
- The Primarchs Council is a thing.
- Konrad and Vulcan are friends. And they are trying to reform Imperium. Many are not pleased with it. Kesar too disagree, for now.
- Khorne is having Blast with Gork and Mork.
- Trazyn is there, waitng for chance to snatch away a god's sword.
- Emps plans to cleanse Maelstrom away. Kesar, Jaghatai and Perturabo will help him. And Roboute will keep his brothers' back safe.
- Chaos Gods are not gods. Thus, they are Archdaemons.
Last edited:
- Location
- Califoirna
Don't forget, Slaanesh is no longer looking "perfect" anymore.